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One hundred and seventieth chapters exchange of interests

"Of course you can take a look at the two beetles first, please come with me." McErenle's reasoning was thorough and the request was reasonable. Zhang Lisheng nodded and took the editor of the 'Science' magazine to climb to the second floor and opened his door, "Please come in Mr. McErenle, the two beetles that can change color are here."

"Thank you." McErenle walked into the boy's room and saw the optical microscope, infrared monitor, and large insect feeding vessel with temperature and humidity adjustment functions in the room and said in surprise: "Mr. Zhang, no wonder you can write such a detailed research post online. This is simply a small professional biological laboratory.

Ahh, this is the little bugs you found... They can really change color and invisible. The pictures you posted on the Internet are completely real. Oh, it seems that it is really worth it for me to postpone my vacation and come to you!"

"I'm very happy that you can think so, Mr. Merenle." Zhang Lisheng stood beside Merenle, looking at the beetles flying up and down in the transparent feeder, and said with a smile.

"Well, Mr. Zhang, now we can officially talk about the appointment with you. I personally recommend Professor Andina Josh from the University of California Berkeley Branch as your joint publisher, to you..." McLener reluctantly observed the color-changing beetle that was full of excitement in the breeder for a while, and said with a natural look.

At this time, Zhang Lisheng suddenly said: "Thank you for your recommendation, Mr. McErenle, but I already have an excellent biologist as a collaborator."

Suddenly, McElr was stunned, frowned, and said with a reluctant smile: "Young man, the collaborator you need is not only an excellent biologist, but also a must..."

"I know very well what kind of collaborator I need, Mr. Merenle, please wait." Zhang Lisheng smiled apologetically at Merenle, hid aside, took out his cell phone and gave him the most admired by Robbie Middle School. He was the only biology teacher who was willing to give him an "A" score in the final exam after two months of taking a break.

When the phone was connected, a serious and old-fashioned voice came from the receiver, "Li Sheng, if you wasted my time to wish me a happy Christmas in advance, then your biology score next year is destined to be 'B'..."

"Of course I won't bother you with Teacher Stephen because of this boring thing. That's right, I accidentally caught two strange beetles with soft bodies and discolored shells when I was traveling in the Amazon jungle last winter vacation.

After returning to the United States, I bought some instruments, observed them when I had nothing to do, did some research, and published it on the website of a biology enthusiast. As a result, a sudden interview with a editor of Science magazine came to say that the two beetles were important newly discovered species that could make up for the lack of entomology…”

"Are you risking the danger of delaying graduation with insufficient credits, kid?"

"Of course it's not Teacher Stephen, the editor is named Melle Gnus, and he's at my house now.

After seeing the two beetles, he had decided to formally make an appointment with me and recommended Professor Andina Josh from the University of California Berkeley as my co-publisher.

But I think if I need an expert to deepen the paper, you are more suitable than anyone else, so I made this call."

The other end of the phone was silent for a while, "Li Sheng, where is your family living?"

“No. 167, Lobage Community, Brooklyn.”

"Wait for me for five minutes." Stephen said and hung up the phone.

Zhang Lisheng was stunned for a moment, put away his cell phone, and walked back to Merenle, whose face became a little ugly, "Mr. Merenle, my collaborator is coming."

"Young man, I must warn you very seriously that although the two beetles you find are very important, if the paper is not deep enough, it will never appear in top academic journals like Science."

"Mr. McErenle, what you said is very different from what you just now." Zhang Lisheng said with a smile.

McErenle hummed in annoyance, was silent for a while, and then said in a whisper: "Mr. Zhang, what I said just now is for your own good. What an outstanding biologist can you know at your age and background? Don't look at the sky from the well..."

"Melener Gnus, I want to find me Stephen Pigros as a joint publisher, so it can't be considered as watching the sky from a well." Suddenly, a low voice outside the door interrupted McEl's words, and then Stephen, wearing a sloppy old jacket and expressionless face, walked into Zhang Lisheng's room.

“Stephen, Professor Stephen Pigros!

Oh, Oh, God, you, you are here so you are not here, aren't you missing in the primitive jungle of Java?"

"The primeval forests of Java, the desolate islands of the Pacific Ocean, and the snowy peaks of the Alps... There are countless places where I am buried, but unfortunately, those are all rumors. Merenle. I have never left the United States and the academic community in recent years. The young man in front of you is the student I teach in New York."

"He, isn't he a high school student?"

"I am teaching at Lobage Middle School now. There was such a serious accident in the laboratory. Being in middle school is the only way for me to stay in the academic world." Stephen said with a smile, "Hehe..." with no smile in his eyes.

"So that's it. Oh, then you're so lucky. You can easily get a chance to regroup," McElent was stunned for a moment and returned to his calmness. "I remember you owe me a favor, Professor Stephen." He left directly.

"I don't even say goodbye and leave directly. Is this the editor of the world's top academic magazine?" Seeing Mellenl ignore him and suddenly run away, Zhang Lisheng blurted out in surprise.

"How generous do you think a broker who is trying to get tenured teaching positions can be," Stephen said with a smile. "Lai Sheng, let me see your beetles and research materials."

"They are all here, please see Teacher Stephen." Zhang Lisheng said, turning on the computer and recalled the 89 scientific research posts about color-changing beetles that he had posted on the Internet for a year in a row.

After watching the breeder for more than twenty minutes without blinking, Stephen grabbed the two color-changing beetles with insect-catching nets under the optical microscope and observed them carefully for a while, and his face gradually became excited.

"Li Sheng, although the Merenlem just now was a despicable blood-sucking worm in the academic world, being able to do this means he has a good vision.

The two beetles you discovered have extremely high scientific research value, both in biology and bionic research.

This can be said to be a material destined to be on the first volume of the world's top academic journals." Stephen looked at the young man's research materials with a glance, hesitated for a moment, and said in a deep voice, "Your preliminary research on them is already very common, and the instruments used for observation are also widely recognized by the academic community..."

"Teacher Stephen, I need your help." Zhang Lisheng said with a smile.

His original intention was just because as the situation changed and the decline of interest, the research on color-changing beetles wanted to come to an end. However, Stephen was stunned for a moment after hearing this, thought for a while, but said tactfully: "After helping you this time, if I can take the research materials into my hands, I guess I can return to my alma mater, Stanford, and preside over a laboratory.

In this way, I can be your supervisor next year and recruit you to Stanford. At most three years, continuous research on beetles will allow you to obtain a Ph.D. in Science.”

"I should only go to the 12th grade tomorrow. Can this be done?" Zhang Lisheng felt a little unbelievable. In Western society, in traditional concepts, "school title" is far more eye-catching than wealth in some occasions, and doctoral students even have a special name.

"Of course, since your name has been listed on the first volume of the journal Science and is my joint researcher, I can completely recruit you to study for my graduate students in an extraordinary way."

"But isn't this very unfair to other students?"

"Genius is different from ordinary students, so what's wrong with this?" Stephen asked in confusion.

"Oh, I was wrong, Teacher Stephen," Zhang Lisheng shrugged, "Then I'll ask a worker to send the beetles to your house with the breeding vessels.

By the way, there are also these research materials. I have a copy of them for you, so that you can save you the online compilation.”

"It's very good for Li Sheng, let's wait for my good news next," Stephen's face revealed an unconcealed excitement and restless look. "One month, at most, our names will appear in the first volume of Science magazine. By then, no one will stop me from ‘returning’..."

The boy saw Stephen's neurotic expression gritting his teeth, and was a little surprised, but he said nothing, nodded with an agreement, took out his cell phone and found a moving company that was still open at the 'service desk', and moved the huge breeding utensils out of the house and sent them to Stephen's house.

The moving company's truck followed Stephen's old two-door miniature car and slowly drove out of the intersection.

Zhang Lisheng walked home and explained to Lili, who was used to not interfering in his son's private affairs and had been staying on the first floor, said: "Teacher Stephen promised to cooperate with me to publish a paper in Science magazine, so I sent the beetle to his house.

By the way, Mr. Stephen said that after the paper was published, he would likely get a chance to work as a professor at Stanford University, and he hopes that I will go to his graduate school next year.”

"Do you go directly to Stanford to study for graduate school?

This was too sudden, but if you think about it carefully, since you can publish a paper in Science and have a very harmonious personal relationship with Mr. Stephen, it would be natural to directly study for his graduate school.

Oh, it's great to just jump to graduate school from 12th grade to save a full five years…”
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